SULIVANS

Path

Sena stared wistfully at the neatly sewn white line on top of her dark blue pants.

He turned his body slowly to the right and left, watching the choppy movement of the tip of his pants through a large mirror that his classmates were fighting over.

There are at least more than fifteen heads fighting over the most strategic spots to simply justify the hair or repolish their makeup.

All of them are aiming for the middle position of the glass that is parallel to their faces.

Some people who are late fighting for the front position choose to ride the long bench at the back.

Leaving a small gap between their legs that Sena used to stare at her nostalgic trigger uniform.

Even when running is not used very often.

The reason is simple; the pants are too long.

Sena prefers to wear pants along her knees or three-quarters of her legs.

The day the coach made it mandatory to wear a school uniform, Sena rolled the pants up to her knees.

Often he denounced the design of the main uniform trousers are inefficient for runners like himself.

Never thought the disgraceful uniform –in Sena's opinion-this will bring up many sweet memories.

“Hei, geeky boyfriend.”

Sena looked at the only person who approached her, the centile secretary, who seemed to be talking to her.

“Honestly, you're dating him for a lot of money, right?”

Sena furrowed her brows and stared at the secretary's strange anti-storm eyelashes.

“What? We are not-“

Sena's shoulder tiptoed as it was patted hard from behind.

“Clearly! What else is its appeal if not money and wealth?”

The classmate who was known to be sitting in the back left corner nudged Sena's arm while raising both eyebrows.

“Heh, don't be. Zalva has another attraction also know!” said the cepol-haired girl sitting right in front of him.

Making almost all the heads that were there turn around in confusion, not understanding with his impromptu talk just now.

The front friend of the bench named Lia was smiling looking at the eyes who were curious about the continuation of his sentence.

“Of course his brain!”

There was a sign of understanding spoken with various reactions simultaneously.

“Good choice! You can get an A on the math exam later! Especially if you can be close to his mother, the teacher tutoring matha-“

“Betul, tuh! If you are lucky you can get a leak about mathematics!”

Sena repeatedly moved her pupils, looked at the interlocking speakers and raised misunderstandings between them.

“But we really don't-“

"Don't be ashamed of that! Although it looks like a wibu-"

The pounding of the classroom door and the shouting of the gym teacher broke up their gossip show.

Get them on the indoor basketball court to warm up immediately, with Sena and Zalva sitting on the top bench, acting as spectators for different reasons.

Sena with her knee still sprained, and Zalva whose shirt was lost somewhere.

Although Zalva continued to dodge, Sena was sure her shirt was hidden by her classmates if she looked at their attitude and gaze when Mr. Rio inspected.

Their jokes are outrageous.

While the victim lay down casually on four folded benches that were opened and lined up, Sena was emotional.

“You're not angry?”

“Make what?”

The mouth of Sena who was about to issue various enlightenment sentences in the name of justice was stopped due to the continued answer Zalva.

“Which there they will be more annoying.”

The two of them then fell silent with conflicting thoughts.

Zalva who does not care, and Sena who is fixated on thinking about the consequences that Zalva received if he actually protested and resisted.

Ignoring is probably the safest and wisest option according to Zalva.

“Have you reported to the homeroom?”

“Pak Pras... may already know,” said Zalva while nodding twice.

Still, the patriotism instilled by Sena's parents made her unable to ignore this painful injustice.

Moreover, this bullying has happened twice in a day, with both eyes as witnesses

“Part with like this, it is easier to go out night without being noticed.”

Sena stopped the pace of her thoughts, permeating Zalva's words by projecting a pseudo-image into her imagination.

Also true. Who would recognize a first rank geeky whose appearance differed by one hundred and eighty degrees when riding his motorbike.

“If the news spread, the culprit is clear.”

Sena felt resuscitated hearing the threat sentence that slid without special emphasis from Zalva's mouth.

He kept quiet for a long time, staring at his classmate who was busy practicing volleyball.

His blank mind that floated then stuck to the memory of the task paper from Mr. Pras who had not been filled at all.

Although the homeroom teacher suggested he fill it with anything related to running, his hand refused to fill in as per his instructions last night.

He would definitely fill his paper without a second thought if he was still busy running.

But when it came time to walk, Sena instead thought about the future from various points of view.

Suppose if only he had not been injured and was still running, would his thoughts on ideals be this complicated?

"Hei Zalva, do you have any ideals?"

Zalva opened his eyes and left them open for three seconds without blinking, only to reply to Sena's question.

"Motorcycle driver. "

Sena looked at Zalva's back which confirmed his sleeping position facing the chair.

Admire Zalva's future, which looks colored, not gray like his.

The centil secretary who seems to go to school just to sleep and snack in the canteen even has aspirations.

Opening a makeup salon.

The details were told so enthusiastically during the trip to the field earlier.

Although the other friends responded jokingly, Sena secretly admired her future projections.

Continued sahutan the vice chairman who wanted to apply for law majors because he saw the career prospects of the uncle who looked promising.

Coupled with the mention of broadcasters, office workers, reporters, scientists, ophthalmologists, to other ideals that Sena's brain never thought of.

It felt like he was just a perplexed person stepping alone on a path full of branches.

The ends of each of those paths were all blurry and foggy, unable to estimate what surprise was waiting behind them.

Even on the widest road that was still stepped on the foot, the fog looked just as thick.

Sena began to doubt the future of his run.

Will happiness appear at the end of the road if he continues down this path?

Will he be confident of his choice to ignore the other way to choose this path without regretting it?

Despite walking hand in hand, Sena seems to walk in a different dimension from her friends.

It looks gray among other solid colors.

Sena looked at her knees, remembering the doctor's words about the abstinence that must be cultivated for the success of her healing.

Although not so sure, he will continue walking on this road.

Decitan shoes that rub against the plaster floor make Sena miss the atmosphere of the exercise.

Which finally brought his footsteps to visit the running field after school.

He saw many familiar figures from a distance. Some are running, listening to the babble of the coach, or just relax the body.

Sena smiled looking at the half-made lethargic movement.

They must have been envious to see the students walking home happily around, thus starting to issue various complaints; physical as well as verbal, which made the coach annoyed.

If he's in good-natured fashion, the coach will let them go home.

Another case if the coach is in his violent period, the slightest complaint can make the pronouncer go home later than the others.

They were probably staring at the surrounding disciples with envy and started their feeble, weary act of lethargy.

Sena smilingly looked at one of them lying down with drama, proving the truth of her prediction.

His body that was trembling from holding back laughter was held back by his hand that was tightly gripping the braid of wire in front of him.

It was never thought by Sena that the day would come when she saw the practice run from the wire fence.

Staring at them running back and forth with throbbing knees for accidentally being knocked over by a wire fence gave Sena a laugh.

Pulling it back into the real world.

"Well, Sena! How are you?"

A familiar carefree voice greeted his eardrum, making Sena turn her face to look for the voice.

His enlarged pupils stared at the brown-eyed girl smilingly waving her hands, greeting.

The girl who heard his name alone was able to make her entire body freeze.

"Re're?"

The beautiful upperclassman the nemesis.